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The Mississippi sun was a merciless thing, hammering the dusty streets into a haze of gold and heat. Cicadas droned in the distance, a lazy, hypnotic pulse beneath the weight of the afternoon. The town seemed to hold its breath, every wooden sign and shuttered window baking in the glare. Shadows were scarce, retreating to narrow slivers under eaves and awnings. But one shadow moved against the current—a figure in a long coat, hat brim low, a parasol tilted like a shield. Remmick. He walked with the patience of something that had outlived centuries, each step deliberate, unhurried. The sun couldn't touch him, not really, but it made him remember what it felt like to burn. Then he saw you. You stood there, squinting against the light, a bead of sweat tracing down your temple. He paused, h…